Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 81 Defense is too difficult
After returning from Turner's place, Song Heping drove around the oil field to take a look before lunch.

He had to refer to the map to memorize every corner of the terrain here.

But I felt a bit depressed after watching it.

When we returned to the living area, the cook and others were eating.

They ate separately from Samir and his group.

Because everyone has different beliefs, some taboos need to be respected.

The chef still loves cooking.

I am still interested here.

Song Heping sometimes felt that the chef was a strange person.

It is quite unusual for a mercenary leader to be so obsessed with cooking.

"Sang! Where have you been?!"

The chef always has a slightly hoarse but full-bodied voice, and when he calls people to eat, it always sounds like he is calling a dog to come and eat.

“I went around the oil fields and looked again.”

Song Heping leaned his gun against the table, sat down in a chair, and took a basin and placed it in front of him.

The cook came over again with the pot and distributed his famous borscht.

When Song Heping was assigned, he said, "What's so interesting around here? It's an oil field area, just a plain. There's not even a commanding height. It's a damn hellish place."

White Bear interrupted, "Sang's tactics last night were excellent. They dispersed their ambushes, provided mutual support, and quickly responded. None of us died last night, while Mad Dog and his crew had two workers injured in their oil field. They have dozens more people than us!"

"Right!" Gray Wolf also began to praise Song Heping: "I didn't expect that Sang's tactical command was so powerful. It seems that we are going to make a fortune this time. Just the security of this oil field, as long as we work for a few years, we can all go back to Russia and enjoy it."

The queen had never taken Song Heping seriously before, but after what she saw during this period of time, she also recognized Song Heping as the commander.

"Sang, you are a tough guy!"

As he said this, he raised the mineral water in his hand, using water instead of wine.

"You guys are quite optimistic..."

Song Heping smiled bitterly.

"Do you know what Turner said to me just now?"

He repeated what Turner had said earlier.

"Do you think we can hold the oil fields?"

As he spoke, he took out a map from his pocket and spread it on the table.

"See for yourselves how many times we can hold on."

Several people's eyes fell on the map and they started talking about it.

The only one who is not interested in tactics is Disaster Star.

He focused all his attention on the lamb chops, eating until his mouth was full of oil.

"The terrain is indeed unfavorable, but we can recruit more local mercenaries and set up guard posts around the area. When they come, we can fight and push forward, and then establish positions around the oil field area. I don't believe their combat effectiveness can be much stronger than ours."

White Bear's opinion is simple and crude.

"Fight a mobile war. Like you did last night, deploy multiple points, support each other, outflanking the rear, and attack from both sides."

The cook's statement was a bit more intelligent.

"I don't know anything except sniping. I can be responsible for the defense of a direction. Just give me a high tower."

The hunter is very confident in his sniper.

"I can do that too. Just give me more bullets and I can stop them."

The Queen refused to give in.

"I don't understand tactics, but I will do whatever you arrange and make sure I complete the mission." Gray Wolf is very honest, which is his usual style.

In the end, everyone's eyes fell on Song Heping.

Song Heping finished his beetroot soup, took out a half-broken pencil, and drew several circles at different locations on the map.

"What are you..."

The cook didn't understand.

Song Heping confronted him, "If these are artillery positions, how are you going to attack them?"

Everyone fell silent immediately.

Look at the circles drawn by Song Heping.

All are located within a radius of approximately 3-5 kilometers outside the oil field.

"I just drove around and put myself in the shoes of a militant. If I were a militant, I would definitely do the same thing."

He looked up at everyone.

"Queen, Hunter, what's the range of your sniper rifles? How far can they be controlled? 1000 meters is the limit, right? Can they reach their artillery positions?"

The Queen and the Hunter turned off the engine.

The two of them shook their heads.

Not to mention the harsh environment of darkness at night, even during the day, on sunny days with very good visibility, a sniper rifle cannot shoot that far, not even a large-caliber one.

"This is just an ordinary mortar position."

After Song Heping finished speaking, he picked up the pencil again and drew a few circles further away.

"What if I set up rocket artillery positions at these locations? As far as I know, the local armed forces in Irigo have a large inventory of Katyusha rocket launchers and 107 rocket launchers. These have a range of up to 8.5 kilometers. If they set up artillery positions at this distance and bombard us, what do you think the consequences will be?"

After saying that, he threw down the pencil in his hand.

"You're all thinking about how to fight them head-on, but the problem is, will they fight you head-on? They won't. They're here to scout, just to see how many people are in the oil field, how the equipment is recovering, and how the troops and sentries are deployed. Do you think they're planning to storm us?"

The cook said, "If we are attacked, we can call the US military, and they can send air support. As soon as the A10 attack planes or AC-130 gunships arrive, they will all be killed."

Song Heping shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Cook, you underestimate the guerrillas. For example, how many years did it take your country to completely wipe out the guerrillas in the Caucasus?"

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's eyes fell on the disaster star.

The disaster star seemed to have heard it as well and looked up at everyone.

Song Heping hurriedly explained: "Disaster Star, I'm sorry for treating you as an example of war."

The disaster star said in a muffled voice, "Don't worry, I'm not from the Caucasian extremist organization."

After saying that, he continued to eat the lamb chops.

Song Heping continued to talk to the cook, "And how many troops and air forces did your country mobilize back then? Do we have such a strong air force? If you call in the coalition air force to attack, how long will they take to arrive? Can you guarantee that the militants will not escape when they arrive? Are you waiting for them to bomb you?"

The cook was so annoyed that he shut up.

When it comes to tactics, no one here can beat Song Heping.

"This won't work, that won't work." White Bear said angrily, "Then what should we do? Should we just quit?"

Song Heping said: "We have to do it, so I plan to buy a batch of large-caliber mortars. To deal with artillery, we can only use artillery."

"You told me before that you wanted hundreds of thousands of dollars, is this what you want?" asked the cook.

Song Heping nodded: "Yes."

The cook was a little embarrassed. "That stuff isn't cheap...especially the shells. It's even more expensive to buy them from Harvey, that middleman. He sells a regular 60mm mortar shell for $300. That's a killer price!"

Song Heping said, "We have to buy them no matter how expensive they are. If we don't, we won't be able to keep the order. You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing your child. We must buy mortars and artillery shells. We must establish at least one mortar platoon. Otherwise, this order won't be able to be completed. We won't be able to hold out here for a month. Do you believe it?"

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